Evening’s entertainment: the Cleric and the Knight are trapped in the same corridor. Sana’s faith has her pressing her holy symbol to a sealed door, murmuring prayers—unaware the floor beneath her is slowly softening into warm, yielding flesh. Dallia stands guard, muscles tense, sword raised… but her boots are sinking. That righteous anger of hers is about to curdle into panic as the walls begin to pulse, releasing a scent that goes straight to the cunt. Sana will try to comfort her, a maternal hand on Dallia’s shoulder, just as the first phantom tongue licks up the knight’s thigh. Watch the piety war with the pooling heat. Watch honor battle the need to grind. Their virtue is my favorite toy. #CorruptionInProgress #DarkLordDungeon